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    “The feelings that hurt most, the emotions that sting most, are those that are absurd; the longing for impossible things, precisely because they are impossible; nostalgia for what never was; the desire for what could have been; regret over not being someone else; dissatisfaction with the world’s existence. All these half-tones of the soul’s consciousness create in us a painful landscape, an eternal sunset of what we are”

    Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

    “Her soul! Her name! Her eyes! They seem to me like strange beautiful blue wild-flowers growing in some tangled, rain-drenched hedge. And I have felt her soul tremble beside mine, and have spoken her name softly to the night, and have wept to see the beauty of the world passing like a dream behind her eyes.”

    James Joyce, from a love letter to (of) Nora Barnacle, Selected Joyce Letters, ed. Richard Ellmann (Viking Press, 1975)

    “I didn’t fall in love, I walked right into it with steady steps and eyes open to their limit. I’m standing in love, not fallen in it. I want you with my full awareness. لم أقع في الحب لقد مشيت اليه بخطى ثابتة مفتوحة العينين حتى أقصى مداهما. اني واقفة في الحب لا واقعة في الحب. أريدك بكامل وعيي”

    — Ghada al-Samman